Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belarus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.